Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.